Thoughts

The covers are almost done.
info@rockingbookcovers.com did an amazing job. I finished the audio book taping yesterday. Richard Johnson did an amazing Job, even better than what I expected and I had high expectations. Dark Night Of The Soul, the book dearest to my heart is now a finalist in horror for 2025 by the American Legacy Awards. Picture a little girl. She wasn’t popular, having used clothes and two very hard working parents. Without a large number of friends, she spent many hours making up stories, and writing poems. The one she penned in the seventh grade is now published. She worked her way through college, marrying the man -a 17 year old boy friend-4 and 1/2 years after meeting him, though she knew she would from their very first meeting. She can provide proof of this as she told her best friend and sister the day after they met. She worked from the age of 15 in various jobs finally getting a job she was proud to have when she was 23. Eleven years later she had a child. Still she worked, her husband sharing their child rearing and everything else they faced. At 39 she found out she had a mass behind her right eye. It was the reason for her headaches. A bottle of 200 aspirins lasted 2 weeks and there were times she couldn’t drive because she couldn’t see well. Surgery brought about tremendous changes. Recovery meant not being able to take care of the house(Not bad), her child (awful) and not being able to drive (Metz-a-metz). She sat down and wrote her first book long hand at the kitchen table. She didn’t have a computer. For all the fear, the worry, and the pain, the tumor that could have taken her life gave her a better one. Below is the poem she (I) wrote when I lay on the gurney in the recovery room. For awhile, I wasn’t ready to open my eyes. I found myself in those few minutes.
Waking
They were calling me
I ignored the voices, listening to my heart.
I wasn’t ready
There was no reason to wake
For moments that seemed like years
I thought of the child
The child I once was
The child I’d brought into the world
I knew the person who opened her eyes
Would never again be the one
who had closed them
The journey wasn’t over
It had just begun.
1996